22/08/2026
Chilika is where the migratory birds land
after crossing continents. They know exactly where to stop.
We wove them into the border
cranes mid-flight, the lagoon’s blue-grey held in handspun tussar silk.
Some journeys end here. So does this one.
Sari: Cherry Red Chilika Master Weave Exclusive Handspun Tussar Silk Saree
The flower of every festival, every courtyard, every offering.
We didn’t paint it. We wove it
diamond by diamond, thread taking the place of petal.
Marigold in handspun Tussar. Bold, warm, completely alive.
Sari: Slate Black Magenta Rust Marigold Wild Garden Master Weave Exclusive Handspun Tussar Silk Saree
The Konark wheel was carved to mark time.
Sari:
Red Mustard Airavata Konark Double Palla Handspun Tussar Silk Saree
Two rivers meet at the border.
Ganga Jamuna weave two wefts, two colours,
woven in conversation. Neither one drowning the other.
Ananta. Because some things have no end.
Sari:
Off White Pink Purple Ganga Jamuna Ananta Handspun Tussar Silk Saree